A tomboy since 12, i guess I never grew out of it. I am 5'10, 130, and 42 years old. I made some good money when I was in my 20's, bought an old warehouse on the water in a small American city, and made my home the top two floors. I converted the other floors into a parking garage, which now brings me a steady income each and every month. So I keep myself busy working out, and doing charity work. Oh yeah, I am also a lesbian.
I'd like to think I am a really good person, but I will admit I need an attractive woman to satisfy me. I know, I know, all you ugly people say that looks don't matter.....well, they do to me. I need a nice looking girl with a nice body to make my motor run. I will confess that at first I don't even care if you have a brain or not, as long as you fill out that blouse nicely, I am attracted. A good set of tits and a nice smile, we are good for at least a weekend. And if you have a good set of tits, a nice smile and are submissive, at least a month.
I can't count the times I have cruised the college bars in search of Ms. Right Now. A young firm body on a curious girl is almost a certainty.
My big problem with that is most of these girls feel the need to use a strap on toy. I mean, if that's what you want, why not take home one of those boys with their dicks already hard? Most of those guys would love to take advantage of a young tight submissive body.
Well, when I turned 40, I realized this wasn't satisfying me. I needed someone I could have a sexual AND a personal relationship full time.
This proved much more difficult than I imagined. The girls interested in a relationship either were not submissive, or they were not the tight bodies that I crave. Until I met Gina.
Gina was 19, and working for a charity where I volunteered some time. She was about 5'4", trim with nice breasts, a stellar ass, and the cutist smile you ever saw. I was immediately smitten. So too was every male within a 10 mile radius. She got hit on at least 10 times a day, and she never made them feel like shit, she always said she was in a relationship right now, but if she wasn't she would love to go on a date with the guy. I sort of respected that. She knew she was hot, but she never made herself appear that way.
So imagine my surprise when about a year after I first saw her, she was at a party that a friend of mine was throwing, sans boyfriend. And looking very hot. I distinctly remember the tight fitting top with no bra, and the low riding jeans. The 5 inch heels made her already stellar ass push out for all to notice. And she was all made up, with glossy hot pink lips.
She made her way around the room, all the guys were tripping over themselves to chat with her. The guys wives and girlfriends were getting pissed off. I was smirking at them.
Suddenly, Gina was standing in front of me, smiling and asking how was I. Was I dreaming this? She and I barely talked the whole year before. I stumbled over my words, I think what I said was blah, blah blah blah... She was too nice, she laughed and said I was so funny. Then she asked me if she could get me a drink. I was kinda surprised by that, but at the time I didn't think much about it. I was thinking how I was going to watch her ass as she walked away from me. So, there I was, watching her ass as she walked away from me, and she turned and caught me. Then she smiled. A really big dazzling smile. I think I turned crimson, but I could not make my eyes go anywhere else. Then she cast her eyes down, and turned back and walked away. Well, there goes that I thought. I wonder if she'll ever even talk to me again.
About 5 minutes later, she reappeared, with my drink! Ok, what the fuck is going on here? Did she lose a bet or something?
She handed me my drink, smiled again, said cheers, and lifted her own drink up to her lips. She looked right deep into my eyes as she drank, then the glass came away from her lips. Once again, I could not avert my eyes. This time it my focus was her lips. Then her lips broke into a small smile, and she licked them. My heart rate shot way the hell up. She was teasing me, and we both knew it. I told her it wasn't nice to tease the elderly. She replied that teasing was ok as long as there was some pleasing as well. Ok, what the fuck!!??
Ok, maybe she heard I was queer, and she is curious. But I know her, so no way. I know she has a boyfriend, maybe she is even married or engaged.
3 Mojitos later, I had a different thought. Maybe I'll give her that thrill she is seeking, you know, before she is tied down in marriage. She is still here, flirting with me, and I am getting extremely turned on. The party starts getting louder, and this lets me lean into her to hear her. Her scent makes my nipples ache. I keep moving her slowly back towards the wall. I keep moving slowly, with no objection from her. I notice at one point, she had put her arms behind her back.
I have her back against the wall, still flirting, a little buzz going. Then we are silent. I know I have to have her. I place my right leg between her legs, and immediately she presses her mound against it. I push a little harder. I press the rest of my body against her. She is trapped. And I know she loves it. I hear her breathe skip, and a little moan. Her chest rising and falling more rapidly, her big firm breasts pressing back against me. I reach up, and feel her breast, then move to her nipple. It is hard and very prominent. I rub it, then I pinch it lightly. I hear her whisper harder. I look into her eyes. Then one word. Harder. I must do what the lady asks.... I pinch that awesome nipple, then twist it. Then I pull on it. Her mound is rubbing hard on my thigh. I let my other hand sneak down her taut tummy, into her jeans.....and find no underwear. A nice small tuft of hair and some very very warm air there. I work my hand in, middle finger reaching and searching. A moist slit....then...
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Fuck. That's my alarm clock. It was a dream...... Michelle_les2001@yahoo.com